Radical Boredom

Radical Boredom.

The product of legit pure endless near-death boredom.

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as you can see,

it's not that easy,

living in this place,

just see how boring it is.

as you can hear,

there's everything to fear,

the quiet building

is scaring the daylight out of my living

the people around

went back to their town

spent their weekend

with families and friends

and i

just stay inside

rolling on the floor

doing things that i abhor

like reports, heck i don't do retort

stand and plan my day with homeworks.

like days, full with revision and matters that require my brain to work.

i'm frekkin bored,

i need to go outside and walk,

but the door is locked.

why on earth is it locked?

i just realised

i've been hospitalised

in a column

of a top secret asylum

because the public

says i ruin their picnic

and their child's

innnocent brilliant minds

well i say

let the children play

get them away from the books

or they'll become depressed crooks

i say,

let the children astray

i object the thoughts

that they should become programmed robots

i'm frekkin mad,

you shouldn't've made me sad,

i am throwing into the ring,

my lovely hat.

my lovely hat

that i've come to decorate

with the things that you hate

to pray for your loss in this game

i shall win for the sake

of your beloved's freedom

of your beloved's fandom

of experimenting, syllabus-free

of living, examination-free.

let the children go.

let the children go.